Music is and you never
while living over seas
missing somebody who was not and didn’t ever want
like I did
will you be online soon?
this city is so cold
oceans and a time zone difference
misunderstanding intentions and feelings.
I saw and heard with ears open
and heart gaping bloody and overfilled
A longing so boring and unproductive
Like staring at nothing and winning imaginary arguments
Boring like flooding your apartment
to distract from the impending death of aspirations
A sad middle age man with a drinking problem
who lives with his mother in Greater Manchester.
He says Im actually quite beautiful
as we take a late night train
there you are again keeping me company via pocket sized magic
your words blurt into my present
funny and sweet sugar needle in the veins
and there is no distance anymore
with a beautiful new friend
Seven years younger
Who makes me tea and pancakes
Eaten on a three mattress high double bed
set up in a living room
so many songs made me think
in rain soaked Wales
Where I Danced and twirled around
in a faithful jacket that shunned the wind
cloistered by vast self delusion.
thinking about it less
talking about it less
letting it go
dancing with lighter foot fall